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Milliways's appearance on the other side of the bathroom door is unexpected, but more acceptable than it would have been fifteen minutes ago. Obadiah is fresh from a shower, his sleeves worn just a little longer than usual. His business in the room he was using is concluded, and he doesn't see why he can't get a drink before he goes home.

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"I'll show you how good it feels to be fucked," he murmurs. "I'll have plenty of things to demonstrate that with along with the gun. I'll work you open a little at a time, until you're stretched so wide you're not sure you can take it."

He shrugs slightly with the shoulder Tony isn't leaning against.

"Of course, I'm a busy man. Something might bring itself to my attention at that point. Don't worry, I won't leave you empty."

He can feel his heartbeat again, and hear his breathing.

"Damn," he sighs. "You are good."

Tony has previously mentioned how Obie can sometimes be a conniving bastard in the best possible way.

"I might only be a few minutes," he says, "but then, I might be quite a while."

There are times when only a few minutes can seem like quite a while. Especially when Obadiah has made a point of loudly opening and closing a door out of Tony's range of sight to provide the illusion that he might really have left.

He can imagine it. He is having a lot of fun imagining it, in fact.

"You're an asshole," he says, in exactly the same tone of voice he uses to say I love you.

He laughs.

Tony grins.

"And I dunno, I can be pretty patient."

There was that time it took him almost three hours to say please.

"But probably not like that."

Alone with his thoughts, half in and half out of the fantasy, turned on and helpless—no, he wouldn't last three hours. He wouldn't last one. Twenty minutes and he'd be begging for anything Obie cared to name.

"That doesn't matter," Obadiah says casually. "We're operating on my timetable, not yours. If I decide to skip everything and just fuck you blind, that's my prerogative, too."

He probably wouldn't, at least not the first time.

That's... yeah. Hot. In a subtly different way from the rest of it.

He leans his head on Obie's shoulder again and doesn't say anything right away.

He smirks slightly.

"Or I might go the other way around," he says. "Fuck you and then drive you crazy. I could spend longer on it because I would already have addressed my needs. You'd have no reason to expect anything of me any time soon."

Tony draws in a slightly unsteady breath.

"Oh, man," he murmurs. The visions unfolding in his mind are scary in the good way.

"Anything you'd especially like to share?"

Obadiah shifts his arm to stroke his thumb idly along the side of Tony's neck.

"I just... mmm."

The contact distracts him; he lets his shoulder drop loosely out of the way, smiling.

"I like thinking about that. About you tying me up and doing what you want with me for hours."

"Good," Obadiah murmurs, stroking a bit more firmly. "So do I."

He likes very much that Tony likes it. Almost as much as he likes the prospect of really getting to do it.

Any further thoughts he might have been about to voice trail off into contented humming.

"How do you feel about breathplay?"

He can guess. He's seen the evidence of Tony's thoughts on the subject for himself. But he wants to hear Tony say it.

"I like it," he says readily.

(The memory that pops into his head is of Sherry with handprints on his throat, the size and shape of them so clear even Tony could see who it was, would have known even if Sherry hadn't told him. But—it's okay. It has to be.

God, he wishes they hadn't done that.)

"Good," Obadiah says again. "Maybe I'll leave that on the list, then."

Maybe.

(There's no "maybe" about it. He can even remember to be careful. It will be easier, in its way, than it was with Sherlock. He didn't care much about what Sherlock enjoyed.)

Whatever he thinks about Sherry, this is perfectly true: "I hope it's on the list."

Obadiah just smiles.

"Hell of a list so far," he muses, thinking back.

"And it's fine if you surprise me with something, too." Now that they've each got an idea of what lines the other thinks along. "As long as it's not, I dunno, something else that's as big a deal as breathplay and guns. Those we talk about first."

"Of course," Obadiah says readily.

"Believe me, I'll have plenty of little surprises for you."

"Good."

Tony grins. Yeah, he's getting good feelings about this.

Obadiah smiles as well, though perhaps a bit distractedly. The list of possible surprises is varied and of great interest.

Okay. As delightful as it is to just snuggle up and enjoy the anticipation, there are two more things they need to talk about.

Tony reaches for his drink.

Obadiah glances at him, attention drawn by the movement.